so much to do, so little time
The sign was the draw — patio is open. We were looking for something outdoor with a nice selection of small plates to share. And honestly, it was Valera — the host — who made me to actually check out the menu. Never looking like …
Most people from my neck of the woods prefer driving to the city. I love the bus. What’s not to love: it stops a block away from my house and in 45 minutes it brings me to Times Square. And so much can be accomplished …
Eugene O’Neill said this play was written with “blood and tears.” He never wanted it to be set on stage. He never wanted it to be published until at least 25 years after his death. This was about his family and his life. It is …
It was drizzling and I went to get my rain jacket from the closet. On my right, there was an overflowing laundry basket that wouldn’t close. I looked away from it — to my left. On the way down the stairs, there was a polished …
For years, my friend Terry and I have been thinking about a day in New York together. With that, my belated birthday seemed like the perfect excuse to get in the car and get going. After some planning on my part, this is how the …
According to conversations in the ladies’ room of Water Read Theatre, this one did not go well with American audience. It was taken for a story of a depressed middle aged woman sleeping around with anyone who would go for it. — Barely sat though that …
The story has it that Edward Albee’s parents got him for $133.30 at the adoption agency. They always talked how they wanted to return him claiming it was the worst business deal. It has never been a secret in the family which made Albee’s relationship …
Last night, we pulled the cover off the grill — a major sign of spring for us. As Tom was perfecting our dinner, I walked around to check the footsteps of spring in the yard. It has been raining all day and everything looked so …
For a while, it wasn’t clear where this story should go: Barre Notes or Comfort Zone. It is about barre. But it is the part of barre that’s my comfort zone. The women. So here it is — my Comfort Zone. Every morning I wake …
There’s a strong possibility, I was Peruvian in my previous life. For one thing — potatoes. They must be included in my last meal. But then, here’s this whole new development in my possible Peruvian heritage that has surfaced recently. These are the last few …